shine, but everlasting clouds always in the offing. The radio is dead.
The sea for a while. Clouds ahead. We ought to be coming somewhat in the range of our destination if we are on the course. Port motor off again. 3000 ft. 7 o'clock London.
Can't use radio at all. Coming down now in a rather clear spot. 2500 ft. Everything sliding forward.
8:50. 2 Boats!!!!
Trans steamer.
Try to get bearing. Radio won't. One hr's gas. Mess. All craft cutting our course. Why?
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So the log ends.
Its last page records that we had but one hour's supply of gas left; that the time for reaching Ireland had passed; that the course of the vessel sighted perplexed us; that our radio was useless.
Where were we? Should we keep faith with our course and continue?
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